| Thrax | Date: Tuesday, 2011/07/26, 7:01 PM | Message # 1 |
 Lo/Mid Carder
Group: Moderators
Messages: 121
Status: Offline
| [We see Thrax walking down the corridor towards the camera. As he reaches the camera it starts to walk with him]
Camera Operator (off screen) - Can we get a quick word for EWA.com?
Thrax - Sure, go ahead
[They walk through the maze of corridors inside the Colusseum]
CO - With your Open Challenge now unanswered with the release of SNA, do you have any words for the roster?
Thrax - Yes. Yes I do.
[He looks right into the camera]
Thrax - One door closes, another door opens. I'm now not getting one match, so I see this as a chance to find an even better opponent. Like I said two weeks ago, I want to test myself with the best. I want to score bigger and better victories than tonight. I want to make the world notice EWA, notice the International Division... Notice The Lone Wanderer...
[The turn down the corridore towards Thrax's locker room]
Thrax - So come on... Someone... Anyone... Step up and take the challenge. Me and you, one on one. No gimmicks or tricks. Man on man, or woman. I know some of you see me as a joke after three losses in a row, including two for a title shot, but I'm still here and still giving my all.
[As they approach the locker area they stop outside the door]
Thrax - So consider the challenge re-issued. Who will be the first EWA wrestler to take up my Lone Wanderer Open Challenge? You've got a week to repl...
[Thrax is cut off by a voice from just down the corridor. The camera turns to see a dark figure sat on what appears to be a storage container in a section of corridor that has had the lights turned off]
TBC (Specific individual. They know who they are)
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| RyanxShane | Date: Tuesday, 2011/07/26, 8:55 PM | Message # 2 |
 Survivor of the Failing Breed
Group: EWA Roster
Messages: 63
Status: Offline
| Throwback black converse kick up onto the container, crossing ankle over ankle. Tattooed arms raised up over a tightly fitting white t-shirt, a black fist raised into the air with an X on the back and a railroad spike in it's clutch across the mid-section. Black painted nails picked the inside of one another, cleaning them in the most basic way possible.
"You got a death wish or something, kid?"
A youthful voice spoke in familiar tones apathy. The face of Thrax looked back into his own eyes through the reflection of the aviator sunglasses worn upon the face of the mystery man. Ryan Shane had stopped Thrax dead in his tracks by his sheer appearance. Ryan finished off his task, looking up to the Lone Wanderer.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Some hero, I guess, right? Pumping out your chest and roaring. It's kind of cute, your attempts at fame, but it's nothing to note. I don't think you're a joke......"
Ryan leaped from the container, walking up to Thrax and standing uncomfortably close to him.
"I think you're pathetic. What kind of idiot shows up on their first year and calls out the world?"
Two fingers plunged into the chest of Thrax, a wild glaring from behind the shades burrowing into his psyche. Then, those fingers left, turning and pointing to their owner.
"This idiot. See I did the same thing as you, but the difference is I was a monster. I AM a monster. I was the beast that went bump in the night, killing everyone who tried to stop me. You're a little kid lost in the woods, yelling out that you're not afraid of the dark, but on the inside you know you are. I'm the dark, boy, and you just called me out. You want the best? You got the best."
Ryan gave Thrax one more quick look over, scoffing.
"You got Ryan Shane. I'll show you what a winner looks like. You should bring the rest of your no name club with you, I'm sure your girlfriend hasn't seen one either. Make it a team building exercise."
Ryan delivered a slap to Thrax's right arm, pushing past him and the camera crew, disappearing off-screen.
TBC by Thrax
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| Thrax | Date: Tuesday, 2011/07/26, 9:03 PM | Message # 3 |
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Lo/Mid Carder
Group: Moderators
Messages: 121
Status: Offline
| [Thrax stands motionless, the camera shaking as the cameraman tries to make sense of what just happened]
Camera operator - Thrax? Any response??
[Thrax stays motionless, clearly lost in thought]
CO - Thrax??
[The panic increases in the voice, a hand reaching past the camera to wave in front of Thrax]
CO - Hello?? Anything??
[Thrax turns suddenly, the motion startling the cameraman. He leans right into the lens]
Thrax - IT'S ON!!
[Thrax walks away into his locker room, the door slamming behind him as the camera remains focused on the "Lone Wanderer" nameplate]
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